#and a life—and love—beyond his wildest dreams. Seen through the eyes of his older self

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A storybook season awaits as the nonprofit Tennessee Performing Arts Center® announces its 2025-26 HCA Healthcare/TriStar Health Broadway at TPAC season, presented in partnership with Nissan and Farm Bureau Health Plans, as part of its 45th Anniversary. The upcoming season features six Nashville premieres, plus the return of a classic fairy tale and the revolutionary re-telling of American…

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Rivers | Chapter 9

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Non-Con/Rape, Self-Harm, Abuse of Authority, Anxiety, Childhood Trauma, Abduction, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Past Child Abuse, Victim Blaming, Dissociation, Forced Orgasm, Creampie, Kidnapping, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Humiliation, Crying, Angst, Dark, Psychological Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Grooming, Fucked Up, Slut Shaming, Asphyxiation, Spitroasting

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The light switches on. A single lightbulb flickers dimly from one end of the room, casting odd, terrifying shadows across the faces of his two predators.

“Oh? Why, just look at that face,” Robertson coos, climbing onto the bed with them. “He really did fall for it. Just like you said he would.”

Richard shakes his head. Trembling. He can’t process any of the events unfolding before him as anything but a dream: some horrible figment born of his subconscious mind. How else can evil like this exist otherwise? How else can he rationalize to himself ever deserving of such a thing?

Yet—in all of his time here, and with all of his nightmares—he knows none were so cruel as to torment him like this before. There is something beyond vile at play here, something that surpasses even the extent of Richard’s wildest imagination.

He understands even then, deep down, that this is one nightmare he’ll never wake up from.

“Cute little thing you have there, Andrew. You should’ve seen him. The kid was practically melting in my arms—all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, thinking he would finally get to run away from you.”

“Is that so..?” Rivers croons, running his fingers in Richard’s hair. “What a pity. And here I thought you’ve promised to be good for me from now on.”

Rivers sighs—a hint of eagerness in his expression that does not go unnoticed. His gray eyes lock with the pair of fearful ones looking up at him.

“You’ve disappointed me again, Dick. You do know what has to happen now, don’t you? Let’s find out what happens to naughty little boys who go on breakin’ their promises, tryin’ to sneak away...”

The dam bursts, upon hearing this imminent threat. The tears Richard worked so hard to hold back comes streaming down his face, all at once. It’s not the first Rivers has levied against him in all this time, but Richard knows him far too well to doubt the validity of his intent—or the severity of his actions.

“... Mr. R-Rivers… p… please! I… I d-didn’t mean to…! I’ll be… good… please….”

Both Robertson and Rivers only chuckle at his outburst.

“You hear that? Poor thing didn’t mean it,” he insists, pinching his tear-stained cheeks. The officer licks away at Richard’s tears, wearing a smile on his face that betrays just how much he’s savoring this moment. “Did you, Richie? You were just trying so hard to be good. You didn’t mean to break your promise, did you?”

Richard shakes his head, sniffling. Between the men surrounding him, he can’t be sure yet who was the more sadistic of the two. Still, Richard can’t help but to gravitate towards the saccharine poison, clinging to any bit of softness he can get.

He certainly can’t afford to get on the other’s bad side now—not after having upset Rivers this badly.

“He’ll get the wrong idea if you keep spoilin’ him like that, Paul. Wouldn’t want the boy thinkin’ he can get away with anything now, just by battin’ his eyes and utterin’ a little apology.”

“You may be right there…” Robertson hums, considering the possibilities in his head. “... but I have a feeling that a bit of tenderness will work better to teach this one.”

“What do you think, Andrew? Should we…?”

After a few seconds of silence between them, Robertson and Rivers both break into laughter. Watching their eerie grins, illuminated by the faint lighting, it’s as if their lighthearted banter were only part of some coordinated performance Richard has no script for. He’s left to let his imagination run wild, guessing at what they could have in store for him as both men take their time undressing.

“Why, you bring up a good point,” Rivers says, chuckling. He lifts him off his lap, propping Richard’s head atop a few pillows before sliding off his own trousers. “I think we should. After all, I should know just how much my little star student here craves love and tenderness more than anything in the world.”

Rivers grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He dribbles a generous amount onto himself, palming his own cock to hardness.

“Alright, Dick. We’ll give you one more chance to do right by us. Why don’t you show us a good time, to demonstrate how sorry you are for tryin’ to run away?”

“All you’d have to do is have us finish,” Robertson chimes in. “Put that mouth and hole of yours to good use, while you reflect on what you’ve done. If you do a good enough job, we’ll forgive you. That should be easy enough, for a star pupil like you?”

Before Richard could think to respond, however, Rivers cuts him off.

“Not so fast, Dick. There’s just one more thing…”

Rivers brushes a lubed finger against Richard’s flaccid dick, running it across the tip and drawing a shiver from him.

“See this? This right here?” He leans in close, whispering into his ear. “I want you to keep it just like this until we’re all finished. No having fun yet until we’re done with you. We all know how much of a cockslut you are, but this is us givin’ you another chance.

“Consider this your only warnin’, Dick. If you come before either of us, I’m personally doublin’ your punishment from before. Understand?”

Richard swallows. Knowing Rivers, there’s no way he’d make something like this easy—but he can’t help feeling a little hopeful despite himself. It’s not like he wants any of this, anyways. The thought of either of them makes him ill. And even if his traitorous body decides it has other plans, lasting longer than two middle-aged men shouldn’t be that difficult either. If this is what it takes to avoid another one of Rivers’ punishments, it’s certainly not the worst situation he could possibly find himself in.

He nods slowly, throat going dry.

“Now there’s a good boy…” Robertson murmurs, stroking his face. “I can see why you’re still Andrew’s favorite student, after all these years.”

The officer grabs his black uniform from the discarded pile of clothes on the bed. Before Richard could tell what he was planning to do, Robertson had rolled up the shirt and placed it over his eyes—fastening it into a makeshift blindfold.

With how securely the cloth is tied around his head now, Richard could no longer see a thing.

“Wha—”

“Shh… It’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over, Richie.”

He feels a finger gently placed onto his lips.

“You want to show us how sorry you are, don’t you? Why don’t you start right here then, with that lovely mouth of yours?”

The finger works its way in. Richard does his best, licking and suckling on the digit, turning it over and under around his tongue. One finger becomes two, which eventually becomes three and four in his mouth. With his vision gone, it was hard not to get lost in the sensation of it—sucking blindly for some time like that, as if these fingers were Richard’s only connection to the world outside his blindfold.

“There you go… Just like that. Doesn’t this feel good? It’s so much better when you let go and obey…”

He’s almost lulled into a sense of complacency this way, because the feeling of rough hands on his hips catches him by surprise. His legs are hoisted atop what he thinks is Rivers’ shoulders and, before he could think to react, Richard suddenly feels the twitching, wet head of the man’s prick pressed against his entrance.

“Wait no, not y—”

His next words are lost to him as Richard cries out, throwing his head back as the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of muscle. He’s panting, breathing heavily through his open mouth as he feels himself stretching and stretching impossibly around Rivers, who slides inside him in one slick thrust.

Within seconds, he’s become so unbelievably full.  

Richard moans, feverish and sick. It’s so much. It’s so much. The feeling of Rivers’ cock against his walls, the way his hole flutters and tenses around the wide girth—he’s forced to feel every bit of it, in far more detail and clarity than the night he’s lost his innocence. He rolls his eyes back behind the blindfold as he feels Rivers slowly pressing in, further and further until the man eventually bottoms out. Somehow, without being able to see for himself, Richard could picture the older man now: balls deep inside of him, jutting obscenely out of his stomach as he fills it to the brim.

In all the times he had been taken by Rivers, never once had he felt anything remotely like the way he feels now, blindfolded and stretched wide around his prick. It fills him so much, so completely, that it leaves him speechless—no room for words, thoughts, or anything else. By the time he realizes it’s only his lack of sight playing tricks on his senses, it’s much too late for him.

Richard is already hard, cock swelling and twitching to life in between his legs.

“Oh? What’s this now?” Rivers drawls. He wraps his fingers around his shaft, rubbing his thumb mercilessly against the head. “We’ve only just started, and you’re already gaggin’ for it here. Little slut. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just beggin’ to be punished.”

Next to him, Robertson chuckles. The man pulls his fingers out from within his mouth, using them instead to pry his jaw open. Holding his head steady in his hands, he slides his length inside of Richard’s mouth nice and slow.

“I suppose you were right after all, Andrew. The kid cries and protests around you, but slips into his role just fine at the end of the day. No need for foreplay at all with this one; eager little thing. I’m even willing to bet he’d done it just for the punishment all along.”

Richard’s a mess; inside and out. Tears stream down his cheeks as he sucks and rocks his hips back and forth, doing his best to keep pace and pleasure both men while desperately holding his own at bay. Between the perpetual darkness and the mind-numbing assault on both his holes, however, it’s getting harder to even remember why.

He can hear voices around him talking, but none of the words make any sense in his ears.

He keeps trying to remember something, but it slips away from his mind with each hit to his prostate.

Every thrust, every drag against his tongue, his insides, is only made that much more in this overwhelming darkness—magnified tenfold until he feels little more than simply a mouth and a hole to fuck.

Everything feels hazy.

His mind’s in pieces.

Before long, there’s nothing left of him but his basest responses. His tongue laps up the salty, musky taste of the officer inside his mouth. His hips grind against the older man, mindlessly chasing his own orgasm. He groans, delirious, as he feels his own cock heavy and leaking with precum—ready to burst at a moment’s notice.

“Are you going to come, Dick? Do you want to be a naughty boy and come before us?”

Richard nods, head lolling back and forth on the bed.

He moans as hands roam freely about his body, stroking at his nipples, his cock, and every erogenous zone in between. There’s no place they touched that hadn’t felt electrifying on his skin, burning his nerves raw with sheer bliss. He’s gasping with each stab of pleasure thrust into him, each little drag closer to throwing him off the edge. By the time the blindfold is pulled off of him, his eyes are rolled back to his head—little strips of white on his otherwise blank expression.

The shock of spilling his brains out is the last thing he feels.

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Here, have a new MadaTobi AU phone fic: Tobirama silently slipped into the room the demon was waiting for dawn in. The thing noticed him and smirked. "Are you here to try to defeat me, little man? You shall barely be a nuisance- not at all like your brother or the one I came for," the demon said smug as can be before a delighted look came over it's face, "or are you here to make a deal? That's it, isn't it? Well what will it be? Unimaginable strength? Indescribable power? Wealth beyond your wildest dreams? Or is it something more mundane? A cure for some sickness, perhaps? Or the love of a pretty, young thing? Oh do tell me." When it smiled, it had too many teeth. "None of that, Lord demon. I come to you to give myself as a replacement for the prize foolishly offered up to you by another." Tobirama chose his words carefully so as to not speak a single name. "Oh? I wouldn't say the Young Lord of the Sharingan was foolish," the thing purred, "but I'll indulge you. Why would I want you over my prize?" "I study all sorts of things, including magic and your kind, and I know that a willing sacrifice is far more useful to you than an unwilling one." "Hmmm, true, but that begs the question, why would you offer?" It peered at him, "Ah, I see, you love the Young Lord. I could make him love you, it would only cost-" "No. It wouldn't be real. He doesn't care for me, but he loves his brother, and I am offering myself." "Very well," the thing nodded decisively, "I accept your offer. You have until the sun is fully in the sky to make your arrangements. Now leave me, I wish to be alone." Tobirama left, but said nothing of how his affairs had already been settled. Tomorrow the demon would take him, but Madara would still have his brother. Briefly Tobirama wondered if anyone would even miss him, truly miss him, not the obligation that Hashirama would feel to do so, but he couldn't think of one person who had such a need of him in their life. In the Morning: Touka grinned and turned towards Tobirama, "This is great, why don't you go congratulate Madara on not-" she cut herself off when she realized that her cousin was no longer next to her as he had been moments before. Desperately she looked around but couldn't see a hint of his white hair. Her eyes then locked with Izuna and the relieved smile slid from his face, some realization lighting in his eyes. "Izuna?" Madara asked, confusion on his face, "What's wrong?" Touka finished pushing through the crowd. "Touka!" Izuna surged forward to grab Touka's arms, "Please tell me he's at home, or on one of his trips." Touka shook her head, "We arrived together." Izuna groaned, "That stupid, self-sacrificing, idiot. He went to the demon last night." The people around them started to muttering, confused. "Who are you two talking about?" Hashirama asked from next to Madara. Izuna stared at Hashirama for a moment before punching the older man across the face. "Izuna! What the hell?" Madara snapped, having caught Hashirama before the other fell. "Who am I talking about?" Izuna repeated, his eyes narrowed, "Who am I talking about?! Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass, or better yet, out of my brother's ass you would know!" "Izuna," Touka placed a hand on his shoulder, "he's not worth it. Tobirama once spoke of a library in Suna that has a large section on demons. We can go there and find a way to get him back." She pulled him away and started to lead Izuna away from the crowd. People parted in front of them. "Anija," Kawarama squeezed through the crowd, "Have you seen Tobirama-nii? He could explain what that's about." Hashirama paled, "oh no." End Part 1